Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2005 13:37:19 -0800 (PST)
From: John Richards
Subject: Caught part 1
Very carefully, I stepped up onto the low, three-legged
stool and looped the chain that connected the black leather
cuffs strapped around my wrists over the large hook screwed
into the floor joist above my head. I pulled on the chain a
few times to test the strength of the hook. When I was
confident it was secure and would hold my weight, I stepped
off the stool taking up the slack in the chain by bending my
arms. By straightening my arms, I eased myself down onto the
floor. The bottoms of my bare feet, but not my heels, just
touched the concrete floor of the basement. Most of my
weight was being held by the chain connected to the wrist
cuffs around the hook. I pulled and twisted a few times to
be sure the hook was safe and wasn't going to come loose.
Then I pulled myself up by my arms and stepped back onto the
stool. From there I could easily unloop the chain from the
hook and free my arms. It was perfect-the chain was exactly
the right length.
I had been playing around tying myself up for about two
years. I would find out only later that what I was doing was
called self-bondage. When I first started, I didn't care
what it was called; all I knew was that I liked doing it. I
liked doing it a lot! I remember it started when I was about
9 or 10 years old. I saw a drawing in a book of an Indian
boy about my age that had been captured by another tribe and
tied up. For some reason, it looked exciting and I wanted to
try it. That same day, I found some rope in the garage and
tried tying myself up. It was exciting and the tighter I
tied myself, the better it felt. I liked the feel of ropes
on my body and the way the movement of my legs and arms was
restricted. I was disappointed that I couldn't tie myself up
so that I was completely helpless-which was probably just as
well. Nevertheless, I carried on for a number of years
learning different kinds of knots and experimenting with one
form of bondage or another.
Dad had gotten a computer for home and a fast internet
connection so I could surf and search the web for sites that
I couldn't look at on the school computers. After a lot of
fruitless searching, I began to find sites with adults tied
up. I couldn't find any that showed pictures of kids my age
being tied up, though. I did find several internet groups
that had a few pictures. Some pictures showed kids being
tied up by other people, which made me really jealous since
I had to tie myself. I wondered how they found someone to
tie them up. It would have sounded pretty dorky to go up to
one of my friends and ask him to tie me up. He would think I
was a weirdo or something, so I never talked to anyone about
it.
One thing I did get from surfing adult sites was that
in many of the pictures, the people tied up were only partly
dressed or completely naked. Being naked looked even more
exciting than being tied up with clothes on. So I tried it
that way when I was sure had privacy. Sure enough, being
tied up without clothes added a lot to my tie up games. From
that point on, I tried to be naked as much as possible.
Recently, though, I noticed that my penis would get
stiff when I tied myself up. If I tied my thighs together
and bent my legs, I would get great feelings from down there
as I struggled. I wasn't sure why, but I like that feeling
as much as being tied up-maybe more. As I looked for
pictures of people tied up on the internet, I found I was
spending more and more time on the sites that had men tied
up. Now I almost never looked at sites with women tied up.
Those pictures were sort of interesting and the way they
were tied gave me some ideas about how to tie myself, but I
didn't find them as exciting as pictures of men tied up. I
wished I could find sites where there were pictures of kids
tied up-preferably naked, but I had no luck at all. Maybe
there weren't any.
Now I was 11, almost 12 years old and all the
experimenting and practice was about to pay off. I was going
to tie myself up so that I really couldn't escape-sort of. I
had been buying stuff from the hardware store, eBay and
other on-line catalogs and paying for it with money orders I
got at Wal-Mart. One piece at a time, I got all the
equipment I would need. I tested each piece again and again
so I knew how it worked and what to expect. Today was the
last test. I was ready to put it all together.
I stepped on and off the stool a few more times to be
sure I could always get back up and release myself. When I
was sure I could do it every time, I got down from the stool
and unlocked the chain from the cuffs. I set it and the
locks on the floor since I would use them again shortly.
Leaving the leather cuffs on my wrists, I pulled my shirt up
over my head and dropped it on the floor. I unbuttoned my
jeans and slid them down my legs and dropped them on top of
my shirt. Hooking my thumbs in the elastic waistband of my
underwear, I slid them down over my butt and let them fall
to the floor. I looked down at my tiny, one-inch long,
circumcised penis and the few wisps of sparse hair that had
just started to appear. I thought that it was odd that the
hair there was black, when I was blond. I thought it would
be light-colored, too, but I guess not. Although I was happy
that I had at least some hair now, I didn't have any
compared to some of the guys in the pictures on the
internet. Some of those guys had hair everywhere, even on
their backs, and I hoped I would never look like that. I
liked pictures of the guys with almost no hair and well-
defined muscles. I also wondered about my penis because it
was so small. I figured that it would grow as I did, but I
couldn't imagine it ever getting as big as the ones on the
guys I saw tied up on web sites. Theirs were huge. Was that
even possible for mine to get that big?
I was still skinny with almost no hair anywhere-not
even peach fuzz on my arms or legs like some of my friends
had. My chest was thin and flat with tiny dime-sized
nipples. When I looked at myself in a full-length mirror, it
looked like my hips were larger than my shoulders and my
bones stuck out in places. Since the pool had opened for the
summer, the parts that were covered by my swimsuit were much
lighter than the rest of my suntanned body.
Slowly and deliberately, I began to get ready. From a
box where I stored (and hid) all of my equipment I had
bought and the pictures I had printed from the web, I took
out an inflatable vibrating rubber butt plug and lubricated
it with a thick layer of Vaseline. Putting one foot up on
the stool, I eased the small, blunt end of it through my
resisting sphincter muscle into my rectum. I pushed slowly,
but firmly and felt the plug slide in. It got wider and
wider and forced me open. At the point where it just started
to hurt, the largest part slipped in. From there it seemed
like it was pulled in the rest of the way as my sphincter
closed down on the much smaller shaft. I pushed until the
flat base was tight against the outside of my anus. The
first times I had used the plug, it was really uncomfortable
to put it in. Over time though, I must have stretched the
muscle a little so it went in easily now except for that one
short, sharp pain as the largest part went in. Later, I
would pump it up and turn on the built-in vibrator. As it
was, it was pressing on something inside of me that made my
little penis grow to its full, stiff 4-inch length. I sighed
and put my foot on the floor, enjoying the feeling of
fullness. I almost felt like I had to go to the bathroom. I
also enjoyed the feeling I got walking around with it in. It
kept my butt cheeks apart and the extra lubrication made
them slide back and forth easily. I had looked in a mirror
one time and the controls hanging down made it look like I
had a tail dangling down from my butt.
I took a ball gag out of the box and put the hard
rubber ball between my teeth and into my mouth. I tightened
and buckled the leather strap behind my head. I took a small
padlock and, with some fumbling to find the small hole, put
it though the blade of the buckle and clicked it closed so
the buckle couldn't be undone without removing the lock.
Next, I sat down gingerly on the stool and bound my
ankles with a four-foot long piece of soft, cotton
clothesline rope. I bought the rope at the hardware store
and, following directions I found on the internet, I had
washed it several times to soften it. I folded it in half
and looped it around my ankles several times. When I had
about a foot and a half left, I turned it and wrapped it
around between my ankles. Then I tied the ends with a square
knot. I repeated the tying process around my thighs just
above my knees, enjoying the sensation of the pressure of
the loops of rope on my skin as my legs were forced tightly
together. When I pulled my thighs together, my stubby, hard
penis almost disappeared. I could just see the head sticking
out from between the white hairless skin of my thighs. I had
found a web page called Bondage University that gave step-by-
step directions on how to tie someone that was particularly
useful. They even had videos on how to do it.
Standing up again, I picked up the chain and locks from
the floor and holding them in one hand, I used a rope that I
had attached to another hook in the floor joists to pull
myself up to a standing position on the stool. Once I was
sure I had my balance, I reached down and behind me and
grabbed the controls of the butt plug. I closed the valve
and began to squeeze the bulb that pumped air into the plug
making it grow larger inside of me. As it expanded, the
sensations coming from that part of my body increased. Next
I slid the vibrator control all the way up. I could hear the
plug vibrating and humming deep inside of me making
sensations from my groin area increase even more.
When I first saw butt plugs being used in some of the
pictures on the web, it looked really gross. There were so
many pictures of them that I decided there must be something
about using one that I should find out about. Gradually over
a period of months, I began to experiment with that part of
my body. I would wash carefully and began by pressing on my
sphincter muscle with my fingers. That felt so good that I
gradually started working a finger inside. I would always do
it after I had just gone to the bathroom so I wouldn't get
my fingers dirty. I kept experimenting and discovered that I
liked it. I wasn't sure why I liked to so much, but it
definitely added a lot to my tie up games. Eventually, I
saved enough money and bought a butt plug on EBay. It was
one of the best purchases I ever made, and from that point
on I use it almost every time I tie myself up.
Finally, I relocked the ends of the chains onto the d-
shaped rings on my leather cuffs and looped the chain over
the hook. I checked all my preparations again and feeling
satisfied, bent my legs so my arms would take up my body
weight and slid my feet off the stool.
It was exactly right-everything I had hoped it would
be. I was completely helpless, tied up and naked in my
basement hanging from the rafters. It was easy to pretend I
had been kidnapped and held for ransom. Although I knew I
could free myself at any time by climbing back up on the
stool, the overall effect was electric. I had never been so
helpless before. Deep inside, the butt plug buzzed away,
relentlessly vibrating against something that made me feel
so good. Never had my penis been so hard nor had the
sensations from the vibrating butt plug felt so good. I was
still young enough not to fully realize that the
overwhelming feeling were sexual. I knew about sex and had
taken the classes, but I didn't directly connect sex with
what I was doing. Of course I had heard the other guys at
school talking about sex and masturbation-which they called
jacking off, of course-but I had never tried it. In fact, I
only had a vague idea of how to do it. In this summer
between sixth and seventh grades, I had no idea that my
bondage games were leading to the same thing. I also had no
idea that my ignorance about sex was about to change rather
drastically.